Of course, he did. Ethan always had the cash. It was the only thing his father had ever done for him.
The woman was talking to him again, scurrying to find some paperwork, but Ethan wasn’t listening. His attention was on Lily, on the loose strands of her hair, and the memory of how he’d fisted it so roughly last night.
And how much she’d fucking loved it.
“Sir?”
He blinked back at the older woman. The word definitely didn’t sound as good when she said it to him.
“Your name, please?”
Ethan nodded. “Of course. It’s Mr. and Mrs. Reilly.”
Lily inhaled quietly, and he reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. He didn’t have to read her thoughts to know how good she thought that sounded.
They settled into the suite quickly. Lily seemed in seventh heaven as she assessed the soft, clean linen and large bathroom. The place had been extended since he’d last stayed, and now had a kitchen that remained open until ten in the evening. And that meant they could both finally have a decent meal.
“Lily.”
Ethan beckoned to her with one finger, and she turned excitedly, skipping back from the doorway to the bathroom.
“Yes, sir.”
He liked this Lily—the happy, smiley one who was eager to do as she was told. He liked this Lily a lot.
“What would you like to eat?”
Her eyes fell over the menu in his hands. “Anything. Honestly, I’m starving.”
His stomach clenched at her admission. If she was hungry then that was his problem. He hadn’t done a great job of looking after her so far. “Want me to choose for you?”
Lily blinked down at him. “Please,” she murmured. “Sir.”
Was she flirting? He gazed up at her relaxed face. Was she actually flirting with him?
She bit her lip. “Is it a problem?”
He shook his head, still amused at how she could listen to his thoughts when they were aligned. No problem, he told her without moving his lips. It’s just a little new for me.
“Me, too, sir,” she replied with a giggle.
“Sit,” he commanded, pointing toward the bed beside him. “Let’s get some food ordered and then we can clean up.”
She complied wordlessly, as Ethan reached for the phone. He ordered two of the local meat pies with all the trimmings, though it took his most persuasive tone to make Mrs. Grayson at the front desk relent, and allow them to eat in their room. Inevitably, she did though, and as the call ended, he glanced back to Lily, who was playing with his mother’s ring.
“You like it?”
Ethan smiled as he asked the question. He didn’t know why, but the thought pleased him. It didn’t change anything—he still didn’t trust his little flower, and she’d still be secured firmly to this bed after he’d finished with her tonight—and yet, still it made him happy. The ring symbolized something more than this mire they’d found themselves in. It represented a future where maybe they could both be happy.
“Yes, sir,” she gasped. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to touch it, but I’ve never worn a ring there before.”
“I’d guessed,” he smirked in response. “But, it’s okay. Touch it all you want. Just don’t lose it.”
His chest constricted as he imagined that scenario. Losing that ring would break whatever remained of his heart into a thousand pieces.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Lily
After the last couple of days she’d endured, being with Ethan at this place seemed almost surreal. Everything was clean and comfortable, and when it arrived, the food was hot and tasty, reminding Lily of her mother’s home cooking. Her belly furled at the comparison. Her poor parents must be worried sick by now, and she owed it to them to get in touch again soon. She hated the way things had been left, but up until this point, there had been no time to remedy that problem. Lily, after all, had bigger problems.
She was essentially Ethan’s captive now, and two things were apparent to her. The first was that she was irrefutably in love with the man. A killer he may be—and a damaged one at that—but he was still her lover, and the man had stolen her heart with his hot words and gentle caresses long before she’d learned of his proclivities. As far as Lily was concerned, that was behind him now. It wasn’t right—she knew that—but it was no reflection on the man she had loved, and who had loved her in return.
The other thing Lily knew was that the idea of being his captive didn’t worry her half so much as it should have done. When Ethan had told her of his plans to tie her to the bed, it had been passion that had skyrocketed in her body, and not panic. She wasn’t sure what the man had unlocked in her, but something was different, and Lily knew she had to face the truth. She loved his bondage and his discipline every bit as much as she despised them.
Maybe even more.
“Little one.”
Her heart skipped at the way Ethan called to her, and she turned to find him stepped out of the shower in the doorway, naked save for the small white towel secured at the waist. “Why haven’t you joined me?”
Desire pooled between her legs at the salacious look in Ethan’s eyes.
She rose from the bed on shaky legs. “Oh,” she replied breathlessly. “I didn’t know if you wanted me to or not.”
He shook his head at her. “Of course, I want you to,” he told her with a laugh. “Now, get naked and get in here with me. I have another lesson for you.”
Lily’s heart was pounding as she met his eye, stripping out of the dirty clothes she’d been wearing for days now as she crossed the carpet to join him. By the time those large hands grasped at her body and pulled her in for an embrace, she was wearing only a smile, and fleetingly, she wondered at how brazen she’d become.
“It’s about time I got my hands on you again.”
Ethan’s voice was like a growl, vibrating down her body to connect with her hot, needy sex. “There’s been too much driving today.”
“Yes,” she agreed. “Yes, sir.”
He glowered down at her, his lips curling despite the intensity in his eyes. “Let’s get you into the shower then. And once you’re clean, I can dirty you all up again, Mrs. Reilly.”
Lily’s pulse quickened at the way that sounded. She knew it shouldn’t be so alluring, but like everything with Ethan, there was little logic. The guy was captivating, though he really shouldn’t be. The things he made her do should repulse Lily, but all too often, they had the opposite effect, and now the mere idea of becoming his wife had turned her into an excited puppy.
Ethan led her into the bathroom, where the large free-standing shower was already running. Steam filled up the air around them, making the atmosphere seem even headier somehow.
“In you get,” he commanded, swatting her bottom playfully as she tiptoed into the shower.
Lily leaned into the warm water, relishing the feeling of the torrent over her body. After all those hours in the duct tape, this felt all the better. Ethan unscrewed the top off the bottle of shampoo provided by the bed and breakfast, and poured the product onto her hair. She stood motionless as the jets of water flooded down her skin, and his large hands massaged the product into her hair.
“Back under the water,” he whispered, cocooning her body from behind as he angled the shower head over her foam-covered hair.
She gasped at his proximity, aware all of a sudden of the massive erection that was currently trying to bury itself between her arse cheeks. Reflexively, Lily pushed back against his hardness, and at that same moment, his lips fell to her nape, caressing the sensitive skin with gentle kisses.
“Oh, God.”
Lily arched her back, pushing her head back against his chest. “Sir, I.”
“See what you do to me?”
She swallowed at his words, wanting to reach for him, to ease him inside her, but too afraid to make the first move. Hadn’t she promised to yield to him? And shoving his fabulous cock inside her at the very first chance hardly seeme
d to qualify.
“It doesn’t,” he told her with a wry chuckle. “But it’s a good thought. First though, turn around.”
With a slight tremble, she turned, meeting the intensity of his gaze at once.
“First, I am going to kiss you again,” he informed her in a low, sensual tone. “And then you’re going to satisfy my needs on your knees again.”
Lily gulped. “Like before?” she whispered. “At the house?”
She remembered the first time she’d taken him in her mouth only too well.
“Just like that. I’d like you to ensure my cock is adequately cleaned every time we shower together from now on, little one.”
Those blue eyes flashed at her, and Lily’s body reacted as it always did. Her nipples hardened between them, and a new surge of hot arousal flooded her pussy. Her brain, still struggling to keep up with his commands, tried to imagine his request, but somehow, it was impossible. Lily just couldn’t envision that this was how every shower was going to be, yet somehow Ethan’s expression was earnest. She bit her lip, wondering how to respond, but she needn’t have concerned herself. Ethan had no intention of waiting for her answer anyhow, and his lips crashed against her mouth, claiming her with his usual fierce intensity.
As their lips parted, she felt his hands push gently at her shoulders. “Down now.”
Lily’s eyes darted north to meet his gaze, but she ceded, falling to her knees until his hard length was jutting out by her mouth. She had a good idea what he wanted her to do this time, but somehow, seeing his erection at such close proximity was no less daunting.
“Clean it,” he commanded from somewhere high above. “You know what you have to do.”
Her knees splayed and she angled her mouth around the head of his cock before she took him in her mouth. Lily was more confident, and even though she was the one on her knees, she felt empowered as she slid his length into her throat.
“Oh, Lily.”
The sound of his pleasure wafted over her head, goading Lily on, and taking the initiative, she reached for his thigh, holding on as she eased her mouth up and down his erection over and over again. Ethan’s cries filled the air, and just for a moment, Lily felt heady. All of a sudden, she could see what was so alluring about the act—a fact that had been lost on her the first time she’d been asked to perform it—but now it seemed so obvious.
“That is so fucking good,” he groaned, and as her gaze flitted up toward Ethan’s face, his hand landed at her head again, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and holding her in place.
She gasped, fighting the urge to panic and resist him, but it was more difficult than she’d expected. Agreeing to surrender was one thing, but this was something very different.
“Trust me.” Ethan’s words were nearly lost to the sound of the running water. “Trust me to take what I need without hurting you.”
“Sir?”
She sounded apprehensive, and fucking desperate.
“What do I need?”
Lily heard that question with no problems, his voice booming out from over her head.
Her tongue lapped at his crown. “My mouth, sir?”
The fingers in her hair tightened. “That’s it, beautiful,” he replied. “I need your mouth to service me. Can you do that?”
Lily’s chest heaved at his query, yet there was no need to think. She already knew the answer. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl,” he purred in an appreciative tone that made the muscles between her legs clench. “Now, open up for me.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Ethan
Ethan had a fistful of her wet, dark hair, and gratuitously, he took his pleasure, filling up her throat over and over until Lily gagged; her eyes springing with tears.
Oh. My. God.
She hadn’t spoken, but her thoughts were coming in loud and clear as he claimed her mouth, and somehow, those sentiments just helped to drive him on. She was okay—he knew that. Overwhelmed perhaps, but Lily wasn’t panicking this time, and based on what he could see of her large, dilating pupils and those fabulous beading nipples, he thought she may even be enjoying the act.
“I’m close, little one.” His voice was almost pained. “Do you remember what you have to do when I come?”
He relaxed the fingers in her hair, permitting Lily a little space to nod her head. Gazing down into her face, Ethan knew his orgasm was near, but he had no idea how close. It hit him like a freight train, almost knocking him off his feet as the surge of pleasure washed over his body. Gasping for breath, he looked down to find her tongue lapping appreciatively at his shaft, cleaning the remainder of the cum she hadn’t been able to swallow right off the bat.
Just like his good girl.
Fuck, just the look of her like that on her knees, lapping at him made his balls tighten, and instinctively, he fisted another round of pleasure into her open mouth.
By the time the giant wave of his climax had passed, Lily was practically grinning.
“How was that, sir?”
Leaning against the tiled wall for support, Ethan stared down at the woman kneeling before him.
“That was incredible, beautiful,” he admitted. “And I think you enjoyed it a little more than last time.”
Her cheeks blushed a soft pink color. “Guilty,” she confessed. “I like being here at your feet, sir.”
Fuck. Did she really just say that?
Lily nodded. “Yes, sir.”
She had the devil in her eyes as she rose to her knees; the look of her taking Ethan’s breath away.
“I’m pleased to hear it,” he told her with a smile. “Because I like you there.”
He reached behind her body, shutting off the hot stream of water.
“Is that where you’d like me to be all the time now, sir?” she asked, those green eyes flashing at him with what could only be described as brazen intent.
“Definitely,” he replied, lowering to his haunches so that he could meet her gaze.
“In the shower?”
Lily pressed her body toward him, reminding Ethan of the way a cat might twist itself around its master’s leg.
“In the shower, and out of it,” he told her, pinioning her with an especially intense look as she blinked up at his reply.
“On my knees, all the time?” She sounded stunned at the concept, but her body was telling him a very different story.
Lily was as horny as he’d ever seen her.
“All the time,” he reiterated the point as he stroked the side of her face with his fingers. “And I’d love to see a properly made collar and leash on you, too.”
Her eyes widened at his words. “Leash?” she repeated. “Like an animal?”
“My animal, Mrs. Reilly,” he corrected her. “Only mine.”
Lily
Lily had no idea what was happening.
One moment she had been empowered, on her knees, bestowing the most astonishing pleasure to the man she adored, and the next, he was talking about collars and leashes. The worst of it all, though, was that the suggestion didn’t make panic and disgust furl in her chest. There was no sign of anxiety about his proposal at all. Instead, there was just the increasing thrum of her arousal, banging in her ears like a silent, relentless rhythm; one that was likely to goad her into even deeper places than this shower.
“Leash?” Lily’s tone was breathy as she repeated the word back to the dark God before her. “Like an animal?”
Ethan’s expression darkened at the comparison she presented. “My animal, Mrs. Reilly,” he growled. “Only mine.”
Oh, fuck, she thought, fighting for air as the scintillating look in his eyes stole her breath. He meant it. Ethan really meant it, and based on the incredible surge of need Lily was feeling, she might even be receptive to the idea.
But, that was crazy.
“But, sir, how?” Lily gasped. “How is that possible?”
A mischievous grin spread over his handsome face. “All things are possible, beautiful,�
�� he murmured, caressing the underside of her chin. “There are a great many dark worlds I can take you to when you’re ready to come.”
That blue stare fixed on her, and Lily’s clitoris throbbed in response. She was ready to come. More than ready.
“Will you show me?”
The words were just falling from her now. It was like Lily had no control over her mouth whatsoever, and yet as she saw his lips curl once more, she couldn’t think to care. She did want this—she wanted the things he said.
She needed them.
“I’ll show you, little flower,” he promised as he rose to his feet again.
Lily clutched his calf as he towered over her. She felt heady, the power of the emotions she was experiencing making it impossible to think straight.
“Come on, beautiful.”
One of those large palms appeared at her face, gesturing for her to take it. For her to let Ethan take the lead again. Slowly, Lily reached for it, and a moment later, she was hoisted to her feet, a soft, white towel flung around her shoulders.
“Sir?”
Lily wasn’t sure if she was just too tired or too horny, but she was beginning to feel as though she’d consumed too much wine again.
“I thought you wanted me on my knees.”
“I do.” Ethan swooped then, sweeping her off her feet and clutching her body against his chest as he stalked back into the bedroom. “But first, I need to reward my good little girl. Just like I promised.”
He threw her down on the covers, the impact making her gasp although the landing was soft, and then—without warning—he was down between her legs.
“Sir?” She felt like she was stuck on repeat, but it was all Lily could think to say. There were so few words for what was happening between them, and the limited vocabulary she had seemed completely lost to her.
“I want you,” he breathed as his face lowered to her lips. “And if I’m right, then it won’t take much to topple you into your own hedonism, Lily.”
Her hips bucked beneath him, and just the brush of her sex against his hard body convinced her that Ethan was right. She was so worked up already, it was crazy. Despite just having drained his cock in the shower, he was already getting hard again.
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